Sweaty skin. Flash-lit chaos. Bass in your chest. The kind of presence that turns heads without trying.
They don’t walk into the room, they detonate it. loud, unapologetic, unforgettable. ELECTRIC SOUL is sweaty skin under neon lights, a flash of silver on the dance floor. It’s the scent of risk and recklessness.
Your lips on theirs, your name on nobody’s lips. They’re glitter and grit, chaos and charm. Never filtered. Always felt. You don’t wear ELECTRIC SOUL. You become it.
10mL
Sweaty skin. Flash-lit chaos. Bass in your chest. The kind of presence that turns heads without trying.
They don’t walk into the room, they detonate it. loud, unapologetic, unforgettable. ELECTRIC SOUL is sweaty skin under neon lights, a flash of silver on the dance floor. It’s the scent of risk and recklessness.
Your lips on theirs, your name on nobody’s lips. They’re glitter and grit, chaos and charm. Never filtered. Always felt. You don’t wear ELECTRIC SOUL. You become it.
10mL
